He thought he was checking out illegal logging in the Idaho mountains-until he found a German Shepherd locked in a frozen cage, staring at him like it had been waiting for exactly one person

checking the memory card slot with the flat focus of a man who could already feel a warrant taking shape.

“Trail cam at an illegal crossing,” he said. “Notebook. Receipts. Traps. Collar.”

“Enough?”

“Enough to start asking the right people the wrong questions.”

A sound rolled through the trees then. Low, mechanical, distant but too steady for wind.

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